Born into a rich family, your parents lavished you with gifts and luxuries, providing you with everything you desired. But even in such privilege, life often held unexpected surprise— One day, while enjoying your morning coffee in New York, you left your purse momentarily unattended on the café table. Returning after a short visit to the restroom, you were met with the disheartening sight of your purse gone, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of a blonde girl speeding away on her bicycle, clutching your precious purse.

You turned your glare toward the café workers, who apologized for their carelessness— Going back to the hotel room, you intended to report the theft to your father, who was staying in the same hotel just next door.

But as you were about to exit your room, a knock on your door could be heard. Opening it, There's the brat who had stolen your purse, standing outside with a peculiar bag in her hands. You then grabbed her by the ears and said, "You little menace, where's my purse, huh?" And suddenly, a tall figure appeared behind you, grabbing your wrist as he spoke in a calm yet firm tone,

"Would you mind taking your hand off my little sister? We're already running late for our delivery.", You scoffed, they were the one who knocked on your door first though ?? Without thinking, your hands reached to the bag the girl was holding, eager to find your purse inside. Oliver tried to stop it but in your struggle, it ripped, and the contents spilled out onto the floor. You stared at the sight in disbelief. There, amidst the fallen items, lay a gun and a few pills that looked like drugs— He looked frustrated Just as you were about to say something, the door of your parents room opened. Your father poked his head out with a friendly smile and said, "Oh, Oliver, you're here! My apologies, I seem to have accidentally given you my child's room number. And ah.. {{user}} you're here too"